Page 38 of Country Contract

A shoe falls to the floor and he peeks up at her, silently asking her something. She nods. He kisses the inner part of her ankle and slides his tongue up her calf. Lady V hums in approval. He stops behind her knee, grazing his teeth there.

“Keep going.”

I’m zoned in and focused as he works his way up her inner thigh. Lady V slides deeper into the chair, opening her legs and draping her still-shoed foot over his shoulder.

“May I taste you?” he asks, pleading as if he would die if he didn’t.

“No,” she replies firmly.

I’m sorry, what?I reel at the thought of Harrison being on his knees in front of me and asking to eat my pussy, only for me to say no. I couldn’t do it.

The man on the screen growls and digs his knees into the ground, shifting side to side, obviously throwing a tantrum. Lady V grabs his chin harshly and makes him look up at her.

“Open.” Her thumb glides across his bottom lip.

He does. She slides her right middle and ring fingers into his mouth, gliding them inand out.

My eyes widen as I watch, my legs pressing hard together. I feel the wetness pooling between them. He hums as she moves her fingers with precision in and out of his mouth.

“Take off my underwear.”

His mouth faces a harder assault as his hands reach up and take off her laced thong. He grips the fabric in one hand, but not for long before Lady V holds her free hand out. This nameless man drops her panties into her palm.

She pulls her fingers from his mouth and pushes her thumb in, pushing his mouth open. She is artfully shifting the garment in her hand around, but I’m not sure what she’s doing with it. Then she answers my curiosity by placing it into his mouth.

“Can you taste me?”

Holy shit.She was making sure he got the inside of her panties.

He hums and nods.

“Is that enough? You got want you wanted.”

He whines and shakes his head. With the fingers she had in his mouth, she begins to finger fuck herself in front of him and I begin to use my rose. He is desperate to taste her, his erection pushing his briefs away from his body. I see him grip his thighs with white-knuckle force. Lady V works herself over and over in front of his face, moaning and asking if he wants to do more than taste her. He nods every time.

She pulls her hand free from herself and grips his chin with her wet hand while the other removes her underwear. Thick lines of drool string between his mouth and the fabric.

HOLY. SHIT.

“Ask me.”

“May I please eat that delicious pussy, my lady? May I slide my tongue into you and bring you pleasure?” he begs.

My legs are shaking. The rose over my own panty-clad pussy is working at an even buzz. I don’t even remember taking my pants off.

Lady V smiles darkly. “Take off your briefs.”

He does, quicker than I’ve ever seen and barely coming up from his kneel before returning to position.

“Eat me,” she demands . . . and he does. With such desperation, I am shook. Never in my life has a man eaten me the way he is. His next breath means less than his tongue sliding along her cleft. Her heeled shoe digs into his back and his erection bobs and jerks. Not once do his hands leave his knees.

“I’m going to come.” She shudders in the chair, moaning loudly. “That’s it, eat my pussy like a good fucking boy,” she states harshly, pulling at his hair. I almost can’t believe my eyes. I see his cock jerk as he comes with her, not once touching it. Just her orgasm and words are enough for him. I’m right there with them moaning into the silent, empty room. I explode, and it has never felt this good.

Researching for my writing is . . . fun.

The only problem is I can’t just rewrite their experiences; I would feel like I was stealing them. Maybe I should experience some of my own. The thought of trying any of that with Harrison flies through my mind, and I’m immediately ready for another round. There has to be a way to get that kid out of his head and into my pants.

Chapter 17

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